Carnage: Book #1 The Story Of Us (Volume 1)(77)

“I’ll ring down in a bit for some food, I’ll call the bar phone.” He looks at me. “Let’s go.”

“What, wait, you’re going upstairs?” Benny asks.

“Na Ben, I’m going to f*cking Mexico. Of course I’m going upstairs, I don’t expect someone to deliver me food elsewhere.” Benny’s eyebrows rise up, they would be hidden by the hair of anyone else but Benny doesn’t have any, he’s as bald as a babies arse and just as pink.

“Okay,” he says with a shake of his head.

Cam leads me to a door behind the bar, we go up a flight of stairs then he unlocks another door and we are in a hallway, this leads through into a large open planned living, dinning and kitchen area. Everything is white, except the sofas, which are black leather. The fireplace is huge, white marble Adams style, with a black marble hearth.

He lets go of my hand and goes over and flicks a switch and it roars to life, he turns and looks at me. “See how good I am at turning things on,” he says with a wink and I cannot think of a single comeback.

“Park your arse; what would you like to drink? I’ve got a couple of Aussie wines in the fridge I need to taste for the new restaurant if you wanna give one of them a go?” he calls out while I watch him open a fridge that’s full of wine.

“I’ll give it a go,” I call back.

The kitchen is all white with a black marble bench top that matches the hearth, I watch him as he puts the wine into a cooler and turns to head toward me with two glasses in his hand, he smiles when he sees that I’m looking at him. “Was you looking at my arse Kitten?”

I shake my head. “I was looking at all of you actually.” He smiles.

“Good girl, honesty is always the best policy you know.”

“I don’t tell lies Cam.”

“No? You don’t give f*ck all away either, do you Kitten?” I sigh and shake my head, not sure if I’m ready to go there yet.

“What dya fancy eating? The menu’s over there.” He gestures toward the coffee table. I pick it up and have a look through.

“What do you fancy?” I know what I’ve said before the words leave my mouth but I keep looking at him innocently, waiting for his answer. He sits back into the corner of the sofa, drapes one arm across the back, the other that’s holding his wine glass, he rests on the arm, he’s kicked off his shoes and his right foot is resting on his left knee, he brings his wine glass up to his lips and without taking his eyes from mine he takes a sip.

“What I fancy is you, naked on my bed, legs wide open so that I can see how wet you are. I want your hands tied to my bed head. I want you so turned that when I stand at the end of the bed to look at you, I’ll be able to smell you, I’ll be able to smell how turned on you are, I’ll be able to smell how much you want me to lick, suck and f*ck every square inch of you.” He takes another sip of his wine, while I struggle to not jump up and straddle him. “But what I will have is the steak, rare, with a fully loaded jacket potato. What do you fancy Kitten?”

Fucking hell, I’ve forgotten everything that I just read was on the menu. “Salmon,” I reply.

He frowns and takes the menu off me. “There isn’t salmon on the menu.”

“Oh, shit, sorry, I just always have salmon, I just assumed…”

“No, no, don’t be sorry.” He picks up the cordless phone that’s lying on the coffee table and dials. I sip my wine, wondering what he’s doing. “Get Gino… Yes it’s me, get Gino.”